Where I come from - Stillwater, OK birth and newborn photographer

I am a part of several photography groups on Facebook. They all help me grow in my photography journey so much. There is one group that is a 52 week project. One photo per week that goes along with the weekly theme. This week, the theme is "Where I come from". 

The idea for this series came from an image I saw in another group of a woman's hands rolling out dough in this beautiful light. I knew then, that I wanted to do something like it. These are what came from that inspiration. And then they turned into so much more. Make sure you read the captions on a couple of the photos throughout.

I roll my flour bags the same way, and store them in the freezer, just like my mama.

This flour canister has been in my life as long as I can remember. There is one for sugar too.

measuring spoons

These measuring spoons are hung in the spice cabinet at my childhood home. I have so many found memories using these spoons. The way they clink against the cabinet when you shut the door. Eating pancake batter out of their funny shape with my tounge. Washing them up after a fun baking session. My mother and I used to bake together all the time, and it's something I am passing on with my daughters as well. It is my happy place, baking. And I'm so thankful for a mother who passed it on to me. These spoons really embody these memories for me.

"Where I come from"

My parents have decided to sell their house. The house I grew up in. This year would be 20 years that they have (we have) lived there. It's been really hard for me to think about saying goodbye to the place I call home, the place where I come from. My friend reminded me the other day that I will always have memories even if it's not the place where our new memories are being made.

This image represents where I come from in so many different ways. This is the woman who gave birth to me, who raised me, and who my babies call Gigi. This is the kitchen that I spent every Sunday doing dishes and fighting with my brother about who got to dry. This is my home. 

I made the image intentionally out of focus to represent the memories I've had there. The blurry dreaminess is like the memories of my childhood in this home. 

I don't even know how many afternoons I would walk through the kitchen and stand in this same spot, and see this same thing. My mama with a rag over her shoulder doing the dishes.